Strangers are born, bonds dont hold
How can promises ever grow old.
DIstance catches up, Heart gets cold,
Its hard to imagine how promises grow old.
Relationships are in past, now only stories are told,
They say, some promises do get old.
Wear a mask, here behaviour is controlled.
Guess few promises are forced to grow old.
Its a market of words, where feelings are sold.
Yes, today, promises do get old.
How can promises ever grow old.
DIstance catches up, Heart gets cold,
Its hard to imagine how promises grow old.
Relationships are in past, now only stories are told,
They say, some promises do get old.
Wear a mask, here behaviour is controlled.
Guess few promises are forced to grow old.
Its a market of words, where feelings are sold.
Yes, today, promises do get old.
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